Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

[chirpchirpchirp]

Two girls had wandered into the attic this morning, one after the other.

It was also two girls who came storming back out again, bickering and arguing their way down several flights of stairs in loud, angry Scottish accents. Did they even actually know what it was they were arguing about? It was entirely possible they didn't! Did that matter? Not at all.

Also, they thought they were ducks.

"-- And that time you tried to use my own nephew against me! Do you figure that was my fault too?"

They could go on like this for a while, folks.

[OOC: Open!]

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[thishouseishaunted]

"He was your nephew!"

Really, Scrooge. That completely illogical logic was right there.

"All you have to do is admit that I am better than you, and I won't have to have any more schemes!"

That wasn't true at all.

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"Until the next time you decide you're going to try to steal my fortune, hmm?"

Come on, Glomgold. Scrooge was on to you. Not that there was anything even vaguely resembling a stretch where this was concerned.

"You might as well give it up, you know. You've never had any luck where your crazy schemes are concerned, and you're hardly about to start now."

It was funny how he could almost sound utterly congenial when he said things like that.

Because he was confident it was true.

[thishouseishaunted]

"I don't need luck!" Glomgold insisted. "I am the greatest, richest, and most Scottish duck in the world!"

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"You," Scrooge stressed, "are the second-richest duck in the world! And far from being either of the other two!"

Honestly, Flintheart. You were taking this grudge over a single dime just a little far here, weren't you?

[thishouseishaunted]

Look, this was just what toxic capitalism did to people, okay?

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"

[in_sidon_we_trust]

In his quest to discover something going on around the dorms that day that might be a bit more engaging than heading out to the salle for some training with his weapons, Sidon was surprised to hear what sounded like bickering coming from the second floor common room as he approached. What was even more surprising, he felt, was who the bickering appeared to be coming from once he poked his head through the door and then ventured in with a frown of concern.

"Vette?" he asked. "Mae? Is everything alright?"

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"Oh," Scrooge said, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling, Scottish accent as actually, naturally Scottish as it had ever been, Glomgold. "Nothing here I can't handle. Just an old blowhard with delusions of grandeur."

[in_sidon_we_trust]

That accent was certainly giving Sidon pause as he eyed Vette very speculatively before his eyes darted momentarily to Mae and then back again.

"Oh?" he asked, not entirely sure what else to say at that point. "Do tell."

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"Really, it ought to go without saying by now," Scrooge complained, pacing the floor as he spoke. "Whatever this one tells you, it's either a lie or a plot, lad. Don't fall for it. He's up to no good!"

On the regular, really.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Lad? Well, that, the accent, the pacing, and pretty much everything else about this situation had Sidon pretty convinced that either something strange was going on in the dorms as a whole, or Vette was the victim of a hungry, chompy gremlin. Naturally, he felt a bit of a surge of empathy for her current state of affairs, while at the same time, thinking that she at least didn't seem to have it as bad as...ahem...some had gotten in the past.

Still, he grinned a little before adopting a very serious face and he nodded. "I shall most certainly keep that in mind," he promised. "My gratitude for the words of warning. I shouldn't want to find myself wrapped up unexpectedly in any trouble or plot..."

[thishouseishaunted]

Glomgold stopped bickering mid-sentence and took a good look at Sidon.

"Well hello there, lad," he said. "Have you ever considered a career in the lucrative field of hench-personing?"

Oh the schemes he could hatch with someone like that!

[in_sidon_we_trust]

And Sidon did not know Mae nearly well enough to determine how out of the ordinary this all might be for her, but he did have a bit of a feeling in his stomach. Curiosity, very much of the rather morbid variety, however, seemed the order for the day.

"I can't say I ever have," he admitted. "I've rather already got a career plan in mind, and I don't believe I'd make a terribly good hench-person, anyway."

[thishouseishaunted]

"Ach, but look at the size of you!" He was so big! "Are you sure you don't want to go to work for the richest, most Scottish duck in all of Duckburg?"

[in_sidon_we_trust]

...duck? Duckberg?

Well, while the prince of Zora's Domain was no one to criticize on a lack of originality in place names, that certainly did seem to help him confirm a few sneaking suspicions about what might going on here, and, in a way, he almost admired the fact that Mae could go and get herself gremlin bit not even three weeks in!

So perhaps it was mostly because it was harmless and at least her bite didn't seem to have her wanting to go around marrying the first person she kissed, it was all fairly harmless. Or perhaps it was just the fish in him that made him want to take the bait, but grinning faintly, he supposed he could go along with it. It wasn't like he was doing anything else more productive that day.

"Richest, you say?" Sidon tilted his head with the utmost intrigue. "And most Scottish?"

He didn't know what that had to do with anything; he wasn't entirely sure what that meant, ifhe was honest, but it was clearly important.

[crack_that_whip]

Trevor had really only been looking for more 'free food' when he heard his roommate arguing with someone. His roommate doing a terrible accent. And something about nephews?

"Is this some kind of play or something?"

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"Oh no," protested the blue girl with the head-tails who at the moment was very much a Scottish man who was a duck. "There's no playing when it comes to this one."

Scrooge gestured with a wooden spoon that he was very certain was a cane toward Glomgold, looking every bit the put-out duck that he well and truly...

... kind of wasn't. But that was beside the point.

[crack_that_whip]

You know, he'd actually been warned about the gremlins! And yet, this hadn't been what he'd had in mind.

"...right," he said slowly. "Have you two been drinking or..."

If you had, you better share it with him.

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"Pfft," Scrooge scoffed. "Nah, not hardly. I prefer to keep a clear mind when I'm in certain company-that-is-not-to-be-trusted, lad."

You know. The tiny, suspiciously feline-looking duck over there.

[crack_that_whip]

"Shame. Would prefer some myself," Trevor said with a sigh. "Alright. I'll bite. What's the problem with Mae?"

[thishouseishaunted]

"A play," Glomgold said. "A play could work. Get Scrooge focused on practicing his lines and then blow up the stage!"

Subtlety wasn't his strong suit.

[crack_that_whip]

"Right. No, none of that." Mae, he was down with the dark humor and all, but this wasn't cool. Unless Vette was with the Church. In which case... maybe.

[thishouseishaunted]

"Open a trap door underneath him?" Glomgold suggested. "I mean, it's generally the same principle, but it lacks a certain flair."

[in_sidon_we_trust]

As the rather bemused, unbitten, and somewhat guarding person in the room at the moment (Sidon could hardly wander into a room with his girlfriend in such a condition and just leave her to potentially get herself into some sort of trouble and still consider himself ever worthy of his boyfriend title), Sidon was just going to wait until after Trevor had gotten a little taste of situation before offering over a more clear-headed perception that he doubted he was going to get from either of the girls for quite some time.

"If I am not entirely mistaken," which he understood that he could be, but he felt fairly confident in the matter, "you are witnessing not only one, but two, fresh gremlin bites in action. Be glad," his smile was perhaps just a touch strained, "that you've the opportunity to be experiencing it second-hand."

[crack_that_whip]

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Trevor said with a sigh. He just wanted food! Now he had to be a good roommate for the other person in the room.

At least it was safe to say that between Sidon and Trevor, those two couldn't get up to too much?

[in_sidon_we_trust]

One would certainly hope not, but, on the other hand, Sidon was not one to underestimate Vette no matter which condition she was in. Still, if Prompto had managed to keep Sidon out of relative trouble the last time he was bitten, he was pretty confident that he and Trevor stood a pretty good chance together.

He chuckled faintly. "I assume someone has at least had the opportunity to tell you about gremlin bites, then?"